ARIA'S POV

I was livid.

No—livid is too pretty a word. I was fucking blazing, unraveling. Barely keeping myself from flinging something in Kane’s perfectly emotionless face. And yet, I did nothing. Just stared at him, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like I was trying not to explode from the inside out.

Then I did the next best thing to throwing a knife…I stormed out.

I brushed past him, not bothering to look back. He said something...my name maybe, or some ...